Chapter 27
Twenty-Seven
Ryell
My heart fucking clenches with betrayal as I look into Lane’s wide, fearful eyes. After what he said, after what he promised, he was running as soon as I was starting to put my full trust in him.
It’s only luck that I was close by when my phone got the alert that the ankle monitor was being tampered with.
The surgery that was on my books was canceled because the patient had the flu and couldn’t be put under anesthesia.
I only stayed at my practice long enough to finish up the notes from yesterday, then I planned to come home and lie around with Lane all day.
Instead, my happiness at being with my boy morphed to anger when I saw the ankle monitor was first tampered with, then removed.
He fucking cut it off and fucking ran into the woods.
What did he think was going to happen? Did he think I was going to let him go or wouldn’t fucking hunt him down and bring him back?
“Answer me, dammit!” I roar in his face, applying more pressure to his throat.
Lane slaps at my hand, his face turning red, then purple as he tries to breathe. Then he holds something up in my field of vision.
His tie. The same tie he had on when I met him in the bar.
I take the fabric from him, then let him go so he drops to his knees in front of me, struggling to draw in a breath. What the fuck is he getting at, handing me a fucking tie? As I scrunch it in my palm, I feel something inside, something flexible but with sharp edges.
I rummage around the inner lining and find a folded up letter.
A letter? That wasn’t in there when I hung up the tie a few weeks ago.
I pull out the letter, open it, and read it, my eyes quickly moving across the page.
Fuck, what am I going to do with Lane?
He looks up at me with watery eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Stepping closer to him I grab him by the throat, forcing him back against the tree. “You weren’t going to leave me?”
“No,” he rasps, shaking his head for emphasis.
“You fucking swear it?”
“Yes, Daddy. I love you. I don’t want to be anywhere you’re not.”
That ball of light in my chest explodes and almost rends me in two it’s so strong. My dick hardens as I look down at his tear-streaked face. I can fucking see the love shining through his eyes. And it turns me on more than I’ve ever been in my life.
With frantic hands, I undo the drawstrings on my scrubs and pull my cock out, stuffing it into Lane’s mouth. He gags, but his eyes flutter closed as he grabs onto the backs of my thighs.
Threading my fingers through his hair and gripping it tight, I pull my hips back and snap them forward. I fuck his face with abandon, watching how much Lane craves it, how much he enjoys it.
Fuck, he loves me? How? What did I do to deserve the love of this perfect boy? He knows who I am, hell, he was hunting me. There are no secrets, no barriers between us, and he’s still in love with me.
I toss my head back and groan, pleasure flowing through me as I shove as deep down his throat as I can.
My heart trips over itself when Lane’s hands drift up my chest. When I look down at him, seeing his mouth stretched wide around my dick and his eyes overflowing with his affection for me, I can’t contain my orgasm.
On a roar, I push into his mouth and unload, spraying his fucking tonsils. Lane gags and sputters but keeps his mouth clamped tightly around my dick, swallowing my seed.
I pull him to his feet and kiss him hard, snaking my tongue into his mouth and tasting my release on his tongue. Lane’s hands scramble at my back, and he leaps up and wraps his legs around my waist. My cock is still hard, bumping against his clothed ass.
I maneuver his pants under his ass until his hole is exposed. Snatching my mouth from his, I spit into my hand and stroke it along my cock. I notch my dick up against his hole and push into him.
Lane gasps loudly and wiggles but grips me tightly. I pull him down on my dick, fully seating myself inside him.
“Claim me, Daddy. Please,” he breathes against my lips. He whimpers when I pull out almost to the tip, then shouts when I surge into him.
His back against the trunk of the tree, I hold his waist and fuck him hard. Lane moans, clutching at me as he stares into my eyes. I don’t break the stare as I fuck his tight hole.
“Take my dick like a good boy,” I grunt, holding his hips hard as I tag his prostate.
Lane cries out, tears trailing his cheeks as he digs his fingers into my shoulders. “I’m coming, Daddy.” He tosses his head back as he comes, and I nip and suck at his exposed flesh.
His hole grips my dick and spurs me into my orgasm. I hold him close and push all the way into him, coming deep into his ass.
“Fuck, Daddy,” Lane cries, laying his head on my shoulder as tears wet my shoulder.
“It’s okay, sweet boy,” I comfort him.
“I…I’m sorry. I wasn’t going to leave you. I swear.”
I shush him and pat his back. We both hiss when my soft dick slips out of his ass.
Carefully, I maneuver his pants up and stuff myself into my scrubs, but I don’t release Lane. I keep him close as I walk out of the woods. Lane isn’t light by any means, but there’s no way I’m going to let this man go. I’ll return at some point to remove the yarn I found trailing through the woods.
With his head on my chest, Lane says, “I thought you were going to be in surgery all day. I planned to already be back by the time you found out I was gone, so you’d know I didn’t plan to leave for good.”
“Surgery was canceled. I came back to surprise you.”
“Sorry I ruined your surprise,” he sniffles.
I grunt as we break through the treeline. Only then do I set Lane on his feet. He hisses when he takes a step forward.
“Sit down,” I tell him, and he lowers himself to the ground.
Kneeling in front of him, I lift one foot then the other so I can see the damage.
He has several lacerations on the soles, some bleeding pretty badly.
He also has a gash on his ankle, which I’m sure came from where he cut the ankle monitor off.
I tsk and put his feet back on the ground. Turning, I say, “Climb on. I’ll carry you home.”
He scrambles onto my back, and I grunt as I stand to my full height. Probably not the brightest idea to carry him but he can’t put weight on those feet without being in a lot of pain.
“Walking through the woods barefoot was a choice,” I mutter, slapping him on the ass awkwardly.
He huffs a laugh. “I thought it was smarter than walking up your driveway. Someone could have recognized me from the news and called the authorities. As a law enforcement officer, I know that if there is a report of a missing person, it’s easy to get a warrant to search the property.
Imagine what would happen if that came to pass. ”
I can’t argue with that logic. I would have been found out, arrested, and Lane would have been taken away from me.
When we get back to the house, I carry him straight upstairs to the bathroom. Lane winces when I set him down on the hard surface, and I look at him with a raised eyebrow.
His cheeks pinken as he says, “My ass hurts from how rough you were.”
Growling, I kiss him roughly, nipping at his lip hard enough to make him gasp.
Pulling away, I reach under the cabinet and pull out my first aid kit. I rinse the leaves, dirt and blood off his feet in the sink first, cleaning them with soap. Lane hisses and squirms but doesn’t try to pull away.
“You should have put on shoes,” I admonish.
Lane shrugs. “Maybe. I was more concerned with Brock not searching for me anymore.” He hooks a finger under my chin and turns my head to him.
“We could have been free, Ry. If Brock stopped looking for me, we could have been a normal couple. Going out on dates, walking around in public. I could have shown the whole world my Daddy.” He smiles sadly at me. “Can we find another way?”
I nod, though I don’t think that will happen. If Lane leaves me, it’ll more than likely be in a body bag or my wrist clamped in handcuffs.
The smile he gives me is so beautiful that I consider an alternative. Lane being free and the both of us being out on a date, happy. It’s a pretty thought, but one that will never happen.
Turning away from his happiness before it rubs off on me, making me do something foolish, I go back to cleaning his feet, scrubbing an alcohol pad over the wounds to disinfect them.
When that’s done, I help Lane out of his pants—which are sticky with both of our cum—and his filthy shirt, shoving him into the shower. While he stands under the warm spray, I strip off my clothes and join him.
I wash Lane thoroughly, making sure to clean what’s leaking from his hole and the dirt and grime still clinging to his body.
Once he’s clean, I help Lane from the shower and move him back to the bathroom counter, where I bandage his feet. “You’ll have to stay in bed today. And I’ll have to put on a new ankle monitor. Luckily, I ordered two.”
Lane doesn’t seem to care about the ankle monitor but isn’t thrilled about having to stay in bed. “But Daddy, I can walk. I just have to be careful.”
“You can walk tomorrow. Let the cuts scab over. Until then, you’re in bed,” I tell him sternly. “And if you argue with me about it, I’ll spank your ass red. And you won’t like it this time.”
He grumbles but says, “Yes, Daddy.” I kiss his forehead, then go back to wrapping his feet.
Once I’m done, I carry him bridal-style into the room and lay him on the bed. I sit beside him and push his hair from his face. “I’ll grab you something to eat, and we can hang out here all day. Okay?”
Lane’s eyes droop, but he nods.
I search his gaze and pick up on the tiredness. “You didn’t sleep at all last night, did you?”
“No,” he murmurs sheepishly. “I was trying to think up a plan. I was going to nap when I got back before I cooked dinner.”
I huff and shake my head. “You’re a handful, you know that?” He grins sleepily at me. “Come on, let me tuck you in. I’ll hold you while you fall asleep.”
Lane settles into the bed, and I climb in behind him, kissing his neck and shoulder. He lets out a long sigh. “I really am sorry for taking off like that,” he whispers, “but I wasn’t going to leave you. Not in a million years.”
“It’s okay, sweet boy. Get some sleep.”
A few minutes later, Lane’s breathing evens out, and he starts his chainsaw snoring. I smile into his back, but it dies just as quickly. Lane loves me. He told me without hesitation, without falsehood in his tone.
His love is everything I’ve never known I wanted. Maybe Jacob was right. Maybe I’m in love with Lane too.
Which means one thing: I’m fucked.